Show Rating:

Oh dear. Where to start?

As much hard work was put into this show as putting rivets into the hull of the Titanic and with as little success.

It aspires to be offensive. It succeeds in being drearily repetitive. It attempts to be Rik Mayall and Ade Edmondson in Bottom. It succeeds in being a weather forecaster predicting a fifth week of drizzle.

Sally Swallows is a roving reporter for the CUN-TV channel. That's as inventive as it gets. We are in the creative area of 14-year-olds who think swear words and bodily functions are in themselves funny and who have no idea why some sentences are titter-inducing and others are not.

The humour is so misjudged that the painted backcloth has a London Transport tube station sign which says ACNE. This audio pun would barely work when spoken out loud; it certainly doesn't work when written down.

The show gets one star for a pre-recorded soundtrack which, at least, is professional. And for Sarah Kirkland, who manages to act despite the script. The two males in the cast of four - I will be generous and not name them - were last year in the humour-free zone that was called An Audience With Dominguez. I did not think they could possibly ever be in anything worse. They have proved me wrong.